It's wicked to mock the afflicted

The devil is here to stay. So says the tramp who smells of piss and eats our neighbour's lavender plants. I agree and leave him to investigate our bins and give their contents value again. The A316 is a parking lot full of fat men in pink shirts driving important cars. Zooming past them on the pavement are children on scooters flanked by gossiping mothers pushing prams laden like caravan camels. A church bell rings to call the faithful but no one seems to notice.